Across vast wastelands of silence and conscience and through the landmarks that suffocate cement walls lies the breeding of something important. Volant these creatures are, feelings that have learned to pierce straight through our heart. They peel away at the inerwards and make your life a silhouette, only then to set it on flames and admire the beauty from far away. Somehow she’s still killing me, but I’ve learned how to seed comfort from it. I’ve also learned that comfort is just a tool that makes everything seem worse than it is. I’ll try to feed off that for a state of mind but it’s becoming harder to swallow. Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll finish your remains for dessert. Or maybe I’ll delete the last 6 months from my memory. Unfortunately we’re not all robots but maybe if you tried, you could be better than this. Perfect is no longer a part of my vocabulary, you made me feel that I was nothing. I’ll prove you wrong or die trying because we’re falling apart again. And this time it’s beautiful.
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